Today I met the most charismatic cab driver in Singapore. He has a very down to earth resemblance to Ken Watanabe. Possibly the smoothest taxi ride I’ve ridden since my trip to Hongkong and Guangzhou.
He drove the new silver premier cab, that was roomy, clean and smell of fresh leather seats. A fresh and current issue of Singapore Tatler was placed in front of the back seats. He was listening to Gold 90fm.
At least 40 years old, he has a tanned complexion, with skin weathered by personal experiences. He spoke well and was candid and engaging. His laughter was winsome, and his optimism was mildly infectious.
When the rain began to pour heavily when we’re along Old Tampines Road, he offered to loan me an umbrella, and even volunteered to wait for me if my appointment is jiffy. I don’t know what is it with me and my wariness of people lately, I just flatly declined him.
Right now, I have no idea what’s the point of this entry. I just wished I have at least asked for his name.
Because he said something, that somehow made my life a little more hopeful, albeit without a trace of solution now.
I don’t quite know about you, but most of the time I prefer to be left alone in taxis and not bother talking to the drivers. Some drivers are naturally enthusiastic; they love talking to passengers no matter what but sometimes i get irritated coz i wanna stay in my dreamland. heh. the really charismatic ones who manage to engage me mentally do have good conversations with me though.
Comment by Mr Moron — 29 April, 2007 @